Free

A flash of white drew her towards the minar ...

She glided , gracefully towards it.. her white

feathers gleaming in the morning light ...

Warmth with a tinge of pain filled her being...

The familiar face .. only memories of which had sustained her

through the night ..

White.. That was all she could see...

n Wished to drown in ..

she knew she could ...soon...

She drew closer and closer to her dream ..

.. She landed on the proud golden minar ...

only he was no where to be seen...

she looked all over... it was no dream ... was it ?

reality lay a feet away ... it was a rag from the torn flag...

she closed her eyes ..as hope drifted away...

A deep sigh later she opened her eyes...

There is tomorrow ... and She would find peace again...

She unfurled her wings and Flew again...

free.... to a hope ...to a tomorrow....

yel tied to a white memory...